An angry neighbour, Mr Richardson

The doorbell continues to ring.

'Hey Lisa, do you mind putting little Laurie into some age appropriate clothes while I answer the door'

'ok'

Lisa grins excitedly as April leaves the room and she quickly begins to looks around for what to put on Laurie. Lisa quickly decides that Little Laurie doesn't need to cover her top since 'she's still young so can get away with it', so only needs to find something for her little cooty. After a bit of searching, Lisa is happy with what see finds, two hair bands and yellow booty shorts. Lisa starts with the booty shorts, carefully lifting up Laurie's rear end and legs allowing her to slide the booty shorts up; Lisa then moved over to Laurie's head and used the hairbands to create pigtails.

As Lisa does this, April opens the door to find an angry Mr Richardson with his satchel which he takes everywhere to transport his computer for work. Richardson was a very thin older man, hated anyone who wasn't white, and worked as a senior beurocrat for the government; not a very pleasant man but April was certain she could figure out some way to use him to her advantage.

'Whats all this ruckus', he snaps with a slimy scowl, 'You could here this clatter all the way down at Boston! April, I sure hope your not having a party behind there back.'

'Oh no Sir', April lies, 'my parents gave there full consent for this party, although I must admit its gone a bit out of control', April spies the satchel and then conceives a plan, 'I promise sir, everything was fine until I had to leave the party'

'And why's that?!' Mr Richardson interrogates.

'Well, you see', April pauses for a second, she's a good liar but she needs to be careful, 'my Aunty had recently been hospitalised and put into intensive care', pauses pretending to nearly lose her composure to sell how sad she is, 'and, you see Sir, her daughter (my niece) has been given to my parents care until she gets better... and since my parents are away that left me having to do all the work to get her into middle school, but I have been having difficulties.' April fakes a few tears, she can't believe that those silly drama lessons her mother **** her to go to since she wanted a movie star in the family where finally paying off.

Mr Richardson contemplates for a second, Aprils story somehow manage to get through to his heart, even if only slightly.

'I'll tell you what... I'll help you and your niece and then you end this party right now!'.

April didn't want to end the party but she knew that it would be worth it, she was just ecstatic that her insane plan might actually work.

'oh, thank you, you are a real life saver.'

'Don't mention it', he says gruffly letting himself in. April then leads him through the house down to a dim room. In the room, Richardson notices, lying on the couch, a topless young girl with pigtails (no older than 11) sleeping there.

'So this must be your niece'

'yes, little Laurie, please be quiet, we don't want to wake her from her nap, she gets a bit cranky if you do'

'I see, and whos this', he says, pointing towards Lisa.

'Thats Lisa, she a friend and been helping me look after Laurie'

'I see'

Mr Richardson then sits down on one of the chairs, pulls out his computer from his satchel, and beings setting up and typing frantically. As he does this, Lisa creeps over to April and whispers,

'what is your plan...?'

'I'm trying to get Lauren in middle school'

'what! are you crazy, that not going to work, thats insane'

'I know... I didn't get much time to think about it'

'this is stupid!'

'I'm sorry'

Mr Richardson speaks, demands abruptly to know know the little girls name so he can find them on the system, April complies and then watches as Richardson gets more and more angry towards the screen.

'Is something wrong'

'Yes! This document is infuriating, its cluttered and riddled with mistakes; wrong formats, missing indents, spelling errors! Not to mention the errors, according to this, Lauren is over 20 years old, thats fucking insane; also all the useless files; bank accounts, drivers license, students debt; she won't need any of those files for another 10 years! God, this is what you get when you hire fucking illegal immigrants to do a white persons job', April and Lisa where shocked, not just by his foul language and racism, but also how he hasn't realised that the document proves Lauren's not 11!

'Fuck it! You want shit done, do it yourself; I'm rewriting this entire document.' The two girls then watch as Mr Richardson then clicks a button then types in two separate passwords, both over 20 characters long to confirm that he has the authorising power to clear Lauren's entire government file. He then goes on to open a new document and slowly filling it in, frequently asking April questions about Lauren, basic stuff like; full name, birthday, nationality, legal guardian... etc. He also asks for the year Lauren was born and doing some quick maths she replies with 2010 making Lauren only 11 going on 12 years old. Near the end, he says 'I am assuming you're acting as the legal guardian until your Aunty gets better under the young carers act.'

'.... ummm, I guess so...'

Mr Richardson types some more before clicking then closing his computer, 'that should do it, you're luckily I was feeling generous today, if you went through the system, it would of taken one of the n*&*(%s who work there months to solve this. Since the document is fixed, you should have no trouble applying for schools anymore.'

'thank you so much, you don't know how much this has helped up.'

'don't mention it, now tell everyone the parties over.'

'Yes, I'll do that right away!'

Mr Richardson walks off; April and Lisa just stand there in a daze... through a bit of wit and luck (lets be honest, it was almost entirely luck), the two girls managed to get Lauren, Aprils old babysitter and bitch, completely naked, oiled to looked 11, then have all her legal forms changed... now all they had to do was figure out what to do next.